I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louis and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
I'm going off on a bitch
Brand new G wagon That shit got the darkest of tints
Money on me but I'm all for my clique
Wrapped up in Gucci I'm iced out as shit
I'm in the back of the back of the maybach
Look up where the stars at
I'm in the back of the back of the maybach
Coutin' money while I laugh
Bentley wrapped in matte black
I'm the realist that's facts
I'm the queen of the trap
Bitch we know your all cap
Where the f*ck your bars at
Hit you like a heart attack
Your shit is all in the past
Cuban links bitch I flash
Rari I paid in all cash
Goin' to fast that I think I might crash
I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louie and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Take you home to the after the party
I'm the shit Don't get me started
The coup is retarded
Got Louis my carpet
I'm Back on my bullshit
Look what you started
I'm Goin' bad on 'em anyway
I'm drinkin' Henny straight to the face
Do the dash yea do the race
Put these bitches in there place
Put the money in the grave
Rollie iced on the face
I'm not a bitch you can tame
I put that shit on gang
I Put a milli in the back of the wraith
Hit the gas and I'm on the way
My crew all iced out with a chain
I'm the baddest bitch up in the game
So f*ck what you say
Yeah f*ck what you say
I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louis and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
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Its Helena - Wildin' Out Lyrics
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I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louis and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
I'm going off on a bitch
Brand new G wagon That shit got the darkest of tints
Money on me but I'm all for my clique
Wrapped up in Gucci I'm iced out as shit
I'm in the back of the back of the maybach
Look up where the stars at
I'm in the back of the back of the maybach
Coutin' money while I laugh
Bentley wrapped in matte black
I'm the realist that's facts
I'm the queen of the trap
Bitch we know your all cap
Where the f*ck your bars at
Hit you like a heart attack
Your shit is all in the past
Cuban links bitch I flash
Rari I paid in all cash
Goin' to fast that I think I might crash
I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louie and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Take you home to the after the party
I'm the shit Don't get me started
The coup is retarded
Got Louis my carpet
I'm Back on my bullshit
Look what you started
I'm Goin' bad on 'em anyway
I'm drinkin' Henny straight to the face
Do the dash yea do the race
Put these bitches in there place
Put the money in the grave
Rollie iced on the face
I'm not a bitch you can tame
I put that shit on gang
I Put a milli in the back of the wraith
Hit the gas and I'm on the way
My crew all iced out with a chain
I'm the baddest bitch up in the game
So f*ck what you say
Yeah f*ck what you say
I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louis and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louis and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
I'm going off on a bitch
Brand new G wagon That shit got the darkest of tints
Money on me but I'm all for my clique
Wrapped up in Gucci I'm iced out as shit
I'm in the back of the back of the maybach
Look up where the stars at
I'm in the back of the back of the maybach
Coutin' money while I laugh
Bentley wrapped in matte black
I'm the realist that's facts
I'm the queen of the trap
Bitch we know your all cap
Where the f*ck your bars at
Hit you like a heart attack
Your shit is all in the past
Cuban links bitch I flash
Rari I paid in all cash
Goin' to fast that I think I might crash
I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louie and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Take you home to the after the party
I'm the shit Don't get me started
The coup is retarded
Got Louis my carpet
I'm Back on my bullshit
Look what you started
I'm Goin' bad on 'em anyway
I'm drinkin' Henny straight to the face
Do the dash yea do the race
Put these bitches in there place
Put the money in the grave
Rollie iced on the face
I'm not a bitch you can tame
I put that shit on gang
I Put a milli in the back of the wraith
Hit the gas and I'm on the way
My crew all iced out with a chain
I'm the baddest bitch up in the game
So f*ck what you say
Yeah f*ck what you say
I'm iced out with no stylist
I'm wildin' out I'm with my clique
Iced rollie up on my wrist
Designer look at my fit
High off fumes took a trip
Me and the gang at the Ritz
Louis and Fendi my drip
My neck is frozen don't slip
So don't trip
I been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Been wildin' out with the gang hoe
Writer: Destiny Hoke
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid